Eightykiller
There were a hundred ways to fall in love with Kira Timurov, and Yumeko had memorized every single one.
Everyone watched her.
Yumeko observed her.
That was the difference.
Other students fantasized about holding her hand.
Yumeko imagined how many keys were on her home piano.
How long it took her to memorize her speech patterns.
How her mood shifted by the tilt of her lips.
They called Yumeko strange. Unsettling. Brilliant, but off.
She didn't care.
They weren't the ones she wanted to be seen by.